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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.