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 Ireland and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minutemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.