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 Chile and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.