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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index 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?
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.