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 Monaco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Nas 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.