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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.