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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
DNA,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.