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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.