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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
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.