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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.