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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Blancmange,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.