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 New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper 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 The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.