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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.