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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.