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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Litter to the electroclash 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.