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 Korea North 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.