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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.