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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
June Days,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
MDC,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.