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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Association to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Swans,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.