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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Q65,
Franke,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.