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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
UT,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Smog,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Darondo,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.