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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.