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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.