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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord 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?
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.