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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Audionom,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Rekid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Franke,
Monolake,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.