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 Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aural Exciters,
The Pop Group,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.