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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.