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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Can,
Camouflage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.