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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.