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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Warsaw,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.