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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.