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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
the Association,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.