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 Serbia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.