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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.