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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.