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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.