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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Pole,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.