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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.