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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.