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 San Marino and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.