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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 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?
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.