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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Sam Rivers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.