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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.