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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.