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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.