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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Fear,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.