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 Albania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.