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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.