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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.