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 Austria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Scientists,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.