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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Monks,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.