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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.