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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gong to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.