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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.