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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.