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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.