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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.