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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Tommy Roe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.