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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Sparks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.