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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Nas,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.