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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.