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 Austria 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.