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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
CMW,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.