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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Index,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.