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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Fatback Band to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Thee Headcoats,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
DNA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.