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 India and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
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,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.