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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills,
DNA,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.