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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
The Move,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
the Normal,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.