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 Suriname and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
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.