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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Moebius,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.