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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.