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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.