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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.