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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.