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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Lyres,
Fear,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.