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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Icehouse,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Ituana,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.