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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.