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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.