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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Roy Ayers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.