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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Monks,
Fear,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.