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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.