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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Loose Ends 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.