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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
The Victims,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.