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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.