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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Wire,
China Crisis,
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.