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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deakin to the dance 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.