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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Fall,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Can,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
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.