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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.