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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.