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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
UT,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.