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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Faust,
the Germs,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.