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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.