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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Rekid,
PIL,
X-101,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.