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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Cure,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.