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 Romania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.