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 Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.