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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
the Association,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.