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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.