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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
The Vogues,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.