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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.