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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
cv313,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.