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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Slave,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.