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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Deakin,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
10cc,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic 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.