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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Technova,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.