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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.