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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.