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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Index to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.