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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 ABBA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Can,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.