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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Index,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.