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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.