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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.