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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Aswad,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.