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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Accra and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.