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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Index,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.