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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.