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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.