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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
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.