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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
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.