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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Echospace,
Roxette,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.