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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.