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 Russia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.