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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.