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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
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.