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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Zapp,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.