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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.