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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Brick,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.