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 Togo and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Inner City,
The Evens,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Japan,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.