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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
June of 44,
The Names,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.