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 Somalia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amazonics to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.