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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.