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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Television,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Slave,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
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.