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 Paraguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.