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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.