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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.