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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
cv313,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.