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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.