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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.