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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
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.