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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the grime 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 güiro and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.