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 Belgium and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Pole,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.