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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
X-102,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.