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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David McCallum to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.