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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Smog,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.