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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.