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 Micronesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.