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 Panama and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ultravox,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.