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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Television,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.