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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.