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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.