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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.