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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.