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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.