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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.