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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.