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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
PIL,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.