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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.