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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
This Heat,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.