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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Nico,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.