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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.