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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Doors,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.