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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Blancmange,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
Smog,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.