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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.