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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the dance 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
The Move,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.