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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Howard Jones 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.