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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
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 Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.