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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.