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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Neil Young,
Japan,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
the Swans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.