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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Monks,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.