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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.