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 Yemen and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.