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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.