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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.