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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.