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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.