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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Hot Snakes,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.