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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.