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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
The Move,
Gong,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.