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 Mali and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Move to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.