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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.