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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.