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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
The Offenders,
Can,
ABBA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.