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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Organ,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.