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 China and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Gong,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.