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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.