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 Luxembourg and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Drexciya,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.