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 Belarus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.