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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.