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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
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.