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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jawbox,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
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.