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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Index,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.