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 Swaziland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.