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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.