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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.