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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Iggy Pop,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
AZ,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.