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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Magazine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.