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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.