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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Audionom,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.