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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.