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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.