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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.