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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Cure,
the Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.