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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.