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 Singapore and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.