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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Monochrome Set,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.