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 Benin and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.