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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 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?
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Monolake,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.