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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Japan,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.