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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.