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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.