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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.