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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.