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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the punk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.