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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Index,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.