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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Television,
The United States of America,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.