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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.