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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.