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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.