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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.