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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.