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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.