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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Monks,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.