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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The Names,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Nas,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.