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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.