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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Erasure,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.