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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Popol Vuh to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
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.