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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.