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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 guitar 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Slave,
Mars,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.