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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
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,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.