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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.