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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.