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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.