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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.