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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
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.