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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.