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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.