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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.