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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Lindisfarne,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
the Association,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.