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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.