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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
Cameo,
Fear,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.