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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
DNA,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.