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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.