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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.