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 Luxembourg 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Monks,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.