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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.