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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
ABC,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
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.