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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Japan,
Ten City,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.