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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.