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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.