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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.