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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.