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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.