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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Gories,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
This Heat,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.