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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joey Negro 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.