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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.