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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.