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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Flipper,
Gong,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.