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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon 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?
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Swans,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.