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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the disco 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
The Doors,
the Association,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Moebius,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.