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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Organ to the rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.