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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.