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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Association to the grunge 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Visage,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.