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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
The Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
AZ,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.