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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Icehouse,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.