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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.