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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.