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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.