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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.