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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.