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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.