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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.