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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.