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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Index,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Mars,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.