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 Spain and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Brick,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
The Saints,
UT,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.