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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.