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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.