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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.