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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Yaz,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.