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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.