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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Index,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zapp,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.