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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.