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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
10cc,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Faust,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.