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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
JFA,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.