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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Hood to the punk 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kas Product,
cv313,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.