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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
MDC,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.