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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Smog,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.