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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.