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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.