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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.