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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.