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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.