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 Niger and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Television,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.