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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.