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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.