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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Organ,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.