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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
UT,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.