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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.