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 Nigeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Wake,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.