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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Zeros,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.