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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.