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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
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.