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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.