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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the punk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
David McCallum,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.