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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.