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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.