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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 ABBA to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
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.