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 Austria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Gong,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.