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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.