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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.