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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 808 and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Radiohead,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.