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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Zeros,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.