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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Neil Young 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.