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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Niagra,
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.