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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.