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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.