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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.