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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
UT,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.