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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
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.