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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Slick Rick to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.