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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the rap 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Japan,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
Vladislav Delay,
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.