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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Infiniti,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.