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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
cv313,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
X-102,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.