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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
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.