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 South Africa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Gong,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.