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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
DNA,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.