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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.