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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Minutemen,
Mars,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.