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 India and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Audionom to the disco 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Television,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.