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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Jacob Miller,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.