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 Armenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.