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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.