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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.