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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Golliwogs to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.