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 Korea South and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.