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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.