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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Simply Red to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Index,
10cc,
cv313,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.