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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.