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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.