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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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?
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
AZ,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.