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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.