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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.