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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.