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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.