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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Laurel Aitken,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.