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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.