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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.