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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.