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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
Stiv Bators,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.