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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a guitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.