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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.