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 Cyprus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.