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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Connie Case 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.