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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.