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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Icehouse,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.