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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Magma,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Index,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.