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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultravox to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.