Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Technova,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.