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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Organ to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.