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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Magma,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.