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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
X-102,
Magazine,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.