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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Slave,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.