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 India and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Faraquet,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.