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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.