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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Fela Kuti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.