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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Bronski Beat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.