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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.