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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.