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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.