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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.