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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Slave,
Faust,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.