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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
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.