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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.