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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.