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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
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The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.