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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.