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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.