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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Dead C to the rock 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.