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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.