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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.