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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Vogues to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
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.