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 Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Scion,
Little Man,
Can,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.