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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.