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 Canada 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Monks,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Index,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.