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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.