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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.