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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Hashim,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.