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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Index,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.