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 United States and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.