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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Ludus to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash 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?
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
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You don't know what you really want.