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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Darondo,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.