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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.