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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
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 Vogues,
The Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
10cc,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.