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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.