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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.