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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Buckinghams to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Rakim,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Gang of Four,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.