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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.