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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
ABC,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.