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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sam Rivers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.