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 Barbados and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Livin' Joy 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.