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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Derrick May to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.