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 Swaziland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Hardrive,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.