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 Comoros 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Brick,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.