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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cowsills 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Visage,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.