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 United States and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
The Standells,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.