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 Slovakia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.