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 Haiti and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.