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 Tonga and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.