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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.