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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
MC5,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.