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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.