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 Senegal and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.