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 Kenya and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.