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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.