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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a 808 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.