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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.