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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
PIL,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.