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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a theremin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.