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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.