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 Namibia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slits to the rap 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.