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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.