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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.