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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.