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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.