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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
The Fortunes,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.