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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.