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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.