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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.