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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cluster to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
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.