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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Residents,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.