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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Mars,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.