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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.