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 Kosovo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.