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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.