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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.