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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.