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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.