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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Can,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.