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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
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.