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 Jamaica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Parry Music,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
PIL,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.