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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.