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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Lower 48,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.