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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.