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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Monks,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.