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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.