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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.