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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.