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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Skarface,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
The Residents,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.