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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.