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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
DNA,
Chrome,
The Index,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.