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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.