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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.