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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Ice-T,
JFA,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.