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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.