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 Sweden and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.