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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.