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 Ethiopia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.