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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Model 500,
DNA,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.