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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Index,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.