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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.