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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Technova,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.