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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.