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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Whodini to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Gong,
Scion,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.