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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Paris and Beijing.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Kaleidoscope,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.