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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.