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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Qualms to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
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.