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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.