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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.