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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.