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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
Wings,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.