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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.