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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Franke to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Can,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.