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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 snare and a 808 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
10cc,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.