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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.