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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
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.