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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.