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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eddi Front 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.