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 Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Black Sheep,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.