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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.