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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.