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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.