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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.