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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.