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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Half Japanese,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.