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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.