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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.