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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.