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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.