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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Lalann,
MC5,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
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.