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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.