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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.