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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.