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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the dance 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.