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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.