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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Television,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.