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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Human League,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Nico,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
10cc,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.