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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Make Up,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
The Busters,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Swans,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.