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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.