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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.