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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.