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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.