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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Scion 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.