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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.