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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.