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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.