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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.