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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ronan 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.