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 Poland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.