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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.