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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.