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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.