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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the electroclash 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.