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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.