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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.